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Rouse up and light the little stove again! You'll have some tea, Ned. Oh! It's no trouble. Arty will make it for me and it will do him good. What do you think of this oration of Geisner's?" "I suppose it's all right," said Ned. "But I can't see what good it does myself." "How's that?" "Well, it's no use saying one thing and meaning another.
"My poor Walter, how marked you are!" "Oh, never mind, it's nothing. I had a good cause, and it's done good." "Poor fellow! But how's Arty? He looks wretchedly ill." "He's in a sad way I'm afraid, Power," said Walter, shaking his head. "I hope he'll be all right soon." "Yes, I hope so; but we shall have to take great care of him."
He had escaped from his nurse, and was running off in the clear sunshine, the slant rays of which threw a long shadow before him. "Arty, darling!" His mother's voice flew along and past his ear, kissing it in gentle remonstrance as it went by. But baby was in eager pursuit of something, and the call, if heard, was unheeded.
You haven't even had the kindness to let us know you were in all the time, and you actually see Arty and me toiling away at the coffee without offering to help. I've given you up long ago, Josie, but I did expect better things of you, George."
She dived after Tom's retreat and cheerfully addressed him: "Oh, I do want some of those chocolates. Will you let me change my mind? Please do." "Yes ma'am, you sure can!" said broad Tom, all one pleased chuckle, poking out the two bags. Istra stopped beside the Five-Hundred table to smile in a lordly way down at Mrs. Arty and say, quite humanly: "I'm so sorry I can't play a decent game of cards.
The orchestra yearned over music as rich and smooth as milk chocolate, which made him intensely lonely for Nelly, though she was only across the room from him. Tom Poppins immediately introduced Nelly to a facetious cigar salesman, who introduced her to three of the beaux in evening clothes, while Tom led out Mrs. Arty. Mr.
They saw Eden too, and Lady Power kindly pressed her invitation on Mrs Braemar, who was also present, and who was not sorry that Arty could stay with a family so well connected, and of such high position. When Walter left them, Power earnestly asked his mother what she thought of his friend.
When the postal authorities were about to arrest the promoter our young hero saved him by giving him a real mine, and the ensuing kiss of the daughter ended the suspense in which Mr. Wrenn and Nelly, Mrs. Arty and Tom had watched the play from the sixth row of the balcony. Sighing happily, Nelly cried to the group: "Wasn't that grand? I got so excited! Wasn't that young miner a dear?"
Arty always was penitent when she had been nasty, and though Istra did not at once seem to know that the landlady had been nasty Mrs. Arty invited her up to the parlor for after-dinner so cordially that Istra could but grant "Perhaps I will," and she even went so far as to say, "I think you're all to be envied, having such a happy family." "Yes, that's so," reflected Mrs. Arty. "Yes," added Mr.
"But don't you know, Arty, that Dan's a brute, and a regular smuggler, and that if you were caught going there, you'd be sent away?" "Yes; you can't think, Walter, how I hate, and how frightened I am to go there.
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